บท 1522: The Worst Plan

On a speeding car, Fang Heng panted heavily.

Their luck was pretty good. Perhaps because they feared the aura of the death realm, Shan Fucai and the others did not catch up.

Seated in the car backseat, Yu Jiayuan was like a zombie, muttering to herself.

"It's over. It's all over..."

It was hopeless.

Even her last hope was destroyed.

Was she only left with the option of becoming a Fallen One?

"Hey, Yu Jiayuan."

While Fang Heng piloted the car, he glanced at Yu Jiayuan in the backseat through the rearview mirror.

Hearing someone calling her name, Yu Jiayuan raised her head, her eyes filled with confusion.

It was as if she had lost her soul.

If Fang Heng hadn't dragged her away earlier, Yu Jiayuan wouldn't have bothered.

She wouldn't have bothered if she was caught.